The skirt was too short for winter and that was the point.
No panties. Plug in. A sweater that looked decent until the wind hit and my n*****s went obvious underneath. Alexander drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on my bare knee, two fingers already under the hem, resting against the wet seam of me like a warning.
“You speak if a clerk talks to you,” he said. “You do not jump when I touch you. If you drip on the seat, you sit in it on the way home.”
The grocery store smelled like wet wool and bread. Fluorescent lights. Ordinary people buying milk. I walked beside my mother’s ex-husband with a toy stretching my ass and his c*m from last night still a rumor inside the plug. Every step made it move. My thighs wanted to press together. I didn’t let them.
He put me in front of t
